But now, he took a bite.
The taste in his mouth was dry. He couldn't taste the original sweetness anymore.
The hall remained quiet. The gazes of several dozen workers were fixed on him like spotlights.
Leo raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd to Margaret, then to Frank and Old Qiao standing at the front.
"Margaret… and everyone."
Leo's voice was a little tight.
"Did you… did you all read that article?"
He didn't specify which article, but he knew they all understood what he was talking about.
The air froze for a few seconds.
No one answered.
A few coughs came from the crowd.
"You mean that article online?"
Old Qiao took two steps forward and spat on the ground, a gesture both crude and natural.
"Read it," Old Qiao said. "Saw it last night. My grandson read it to me."
He scratched his messy gray hair, a trace of disdain on his face.
